Another boring one

I got up early today, thinking I had a doctor's appointment.  I must be having a lot of blonde moments lately.  My doctor's appointment is tomorrow.  I reminded Shawn that we had an appointment today a good ten times, only to wake him up this afternoon and tell him I was wrong, again.  So tomorrow we'll get to see if there's been any more changes.  I'm seeing a different doctor than I have for my previous internals, hopefully it'll be a little less painful.  I can't believe there's only ten days left till my due date.  Just seems crazy to me that it's already been that long.  Everytime I get any ache or new pain, I think uh-oh this is it.  So far I've been wrong about that too.

We got the primer paint on the walls this weekend.  Now we have to clean the room out and paint everything.  It's going to be REALLY yellow.  We won't have the nursery blankets and stuff for a while though.  I had to order it online last week and it said it could take up to eight weeks to deliver.  I'm not worried about that though.  He can't use the blankets or even the bumper till he's at least six months old.  Before then there's too big of a risk of suffocation.  It'll be nice to be able to start setting everything up though.  We also got the rest of the baby stuff bought over the weekend.  We just need some curtains/shades for the windows and some more diapers.  Once again, we had a pretty boring weekend.  We went out to eat with Paul on Friday and that's about the extent of it other than the shopping.  Well, I just thought I'd let everyone know I'm just lazy and haven't written in this thing over the weekend, not in labor.

Walk-in Appointment

Had my 38 week doctor's appointment today.  At least I thought I did.  Apparently, my doctor's appointment was TWO DAYS ago.  Whoops.  I could've sworn it wasn't till today.  They were able to fit me in anyways though.  And I got in sooner than I normally would have.  It was a little bit embarrassing.  I felt like an idiot.  At any rate, the doctor did an internal.  (OUCH) And we're 1cm dilated and he says pretty thinned out.  (I'm going to take that as 50-60%) He says I'm doing really well considering this is my first pregnancy.  He also said that the baby seems to be of normal size and not too big.  I got the numbers from my glucola test today too.  Too high is 140, my score was 135.  That was a close one.  We have another appointment on Wednesday of next week.  It was supposed to be on Friday but I had it changed because I don't want to see the other doctor.  Shawn looked a little more nervous when the doc said we were dilated.  It's really starting to hit him that there's not much time left. 

We'll start painting the nursery this weekend.  It's a long weekend so we should get a lot accomplished.  In a perfect world anyways.  We're also going to be buying whatever baby stuff is left on our list this weekend.  And I get to have my haircut.  I want to do it before he's born because I don't know when I'll have another chance. 

Pictures!

A few of these at the end are a little graphic just so you're warned.

It looks like the pictures are going to have to wait till at least tomorrow.  I didn't get a chance to upload them all today.  For the past few hours I've been sitting on the footstool part of my rocker, hoping to start my labor.  (I don't want to go to the OB Thursday... I'll be getting another internal) I was told that rocking motions can help get the baby's head lower.  It's the same as using a birthing ball.  (yoga ball) Not much new in the last 24 hours.  We took the Jeep to get some things fixed on it that the place agreed to fix before we bought it.  Shawn had to go pick it up today.  We also had them do the brakes just because Shawn didn't feel like doing them right now.  He usually does all the work to his cars unless he feels lazy.  Well, I'm making cupcakes right now so I'd better get back to them otherwise one of the animals will get to them first.

We're boring people

Woah!  Only 18 days LEFT until my due date.  I swear the last time I looked at that counter it said 100 plus days left.  Must breathe and not freak out.  hee hee whooo hee hee whooo.  I'm sure I'll go into labor in the middle of the night or when no one is home.  I like my sleep so I'd be more annoyed if I woke up to labor pains than if no one was here. 

Not a very eventful weekend.  Shawn bought a '97 Jeep Cherokee so that I'll always have the car with me.  After we sold the truck we were a little worried about only having one vehicle.  I'm not a fan of his choice but I've got the '99 Grand AM so what do I care.  Me and my mom spent most of Saturday shopping for flowers.  (I was secretly walking in hopes of bringing on labor) You spend all day looking at tons of flowers only to bring home a couple of them.  I got two rolls of film developed yesterday.  I'll be posting some of the pictures today or tomorrow depending on when I have the most time.  (mom took them to work with her today) I have dial up so it takes and eternity to get them all on here.  Wow, it really was a boring weekend.  By now I would've went shopping for summer clothes but unless I want to buy a ton of maternity stuff that I can only wear for short time, then I just have to wait.  Oh and some of the pictures I'll be posting are a little graphic.  They're pictures of Molly and Cody's injuries. 

Full Term

I've been a big whiner today.  I keep telling Shawn it's not fair that I'm sick AND nine months pregnant.  I sound like a two year old.  My poor brother has a huge white spot above his uvula. (the hangy ball at the back of your throat) It looks really uncomfortable.  I noticed today that I was getting some spots in the same place.  I hope it's just a coincidence.  I've gotten those before when I was sick and never noticed any pain with them.  I woke up this morning feeling a little better and then felt like crap later and now I feel almost fine.  My body keeps making me think I'm better and I get my hopes up, only to realize I'm still sickly. 

The baby is REALLY feeling low today.  If I sit on the floor, sometimes I swear he could touch the ground through my stomach if he kicked hard enough.  He's been squirming nonstop for the past few days.  I wonder if he feels sick or if he's just being a snot?  I hope he's not too big.  Everyday he feels bigger and bigger.  I'm worried he'll turn out to be a ten pound baby and I know there's no way he's coming out any way other than c-section if he's that big.  After my glucola test came back high, I did cut back on sweets.  I hope none of it effected him anyways and it was just a fluke that my levels were so high.  I constantly feel like I have to pee now.  It's similar to having a urinary tract infection.  I run to the bathroom even if I was just in there and there's nothing there.  It's really frustrating when you wake up in the middle of the night and think you have to pee and you don't.  You walk all the way down the stairs in the dark only to get there and think great now what.  I won't miss that part of pregnancy. 

Today I'm 37 weeks pregnant.  That makes the baby technically full term.  At least we know that no matter when I go into labor from this point on, he won't be a premie. 

Sick house

I. Feel. Like. Crap.  I make it nine months before I get sick... NINE MONTHS.  I slept horrible last night.  Between waking up to pee and waking up just because I felt like crap, I probably only got a couple hours of sleep.  Every time I woke up, I'd be up for an hour or so.  Plus, when Shawn came to bed, he decided to call the dog up with him (I think he was cold) and she stretched right on my belly.  I had the window fan on high (it dropped under 40 degrees last night) and the ceiling fan on and I still woke up sweating every time.  I'm sure to a normal person, it was freezing in there.  I swear if I go into labor sick, I just might murder someone.  I came downstairs and immediately told my brother that I no longer like him... only to take it back a minute later when he croaked out an apology.  Kind of hard to not like someone when they sound sicker than you are. 

Last night sucked for me and not because I was sick.  It was completely depressing.  Some of my extended family members seem to have no filter between their brain and mouth.  My aunt and uncle came by yesterday to give me my baby shower gift.  (which I'm almost positive she went and bought last night) I HATE it when people touch my stomach, unless it's one of the people I live with that is.  I don't feel like my mom, brother or Shawn is invading my little personal bubble.  Anyways, the first thing she did was touch my stomach and no matter how many times I tried to politely back away, she continued to follow me and touch my stomach AND poke it.  My uncle proceded to tell her that I DON'T want her touching my stomach and she told him, no pregnant women like it.  No. They. Don't.  I finally got away and in the house.  When I was putting Mia in the crate (for some reason she wanted to eat my uncle, which is very strange, most dogs like him) she commented on how FAT I am.  If I didn't love my uncle so much... let's just say I have a LOT of dirt on her and could've very easily made her life hell.  But I wouldn't do that to him.  I just went back to sitting on the couch and gritted my teeth through the rest of their visit.  I basically ignored her from that point on and talked to my uncle.  I was SO glad when they left.  Later on, my brother came home from his dad's and had told me that he had a package there for me.  It was from my aunt and grandma on my dad's side.  First of all, they mailed it to his house, like I don't have an address.  That really irks me.  I live HERE.  I wonder if they'll continue to send things to my dad's after me and Shawn move out.  At any rate, all the little outfits were very cute and then I got to the card.  On the inside was a small note.  It said the usual stuff, can't wait, hope you like everything and then she offered advice.  I felt like I was 12 years old and they feel like I have no business having a child because I'm a complete idiot.  She told me to make sure to remove the tags because it could scratch the baby's skin.  And that I should be careful when picking out a name (EVERYONE knows we already have a name but aren't telling until it's born) because he could get teased and that he's the one that should be proud of his name.  To me that's saying that it's obvious that since I won't tell them the name that it must be something absolutely awful.  I told Shawn I want to pack up all the people that I care about and actually like and move somewhere far away.  We could have our own little lives there and I wouldn't have to deal with all these relatives that seem to like to hurt my feelings.  I've had several other instances in the last few weeks where someone makes me feel like a child and that I couldn't care for a kitten let alone a baby.  As if I have no common sense at all.  The person I seem to get the best advice from is my animal rescue aunt.  She has no kids so you wouldn't think that she'd have better advice than someone who has ten of them but she does.  She also a lot more tactful that most of these other people.  Maybe it's just because we're so much alike that I take her advice so well.  Who knows.  I'm sure everyone will think I'm overly sensitive but it's hard not to be when you get the same comments day after day.

Matt, our horse farrier, came out on Monday to trim the horses hooves.  We all stood outside and talked to him for about a half hour after he was done.  It's nice that the weather is getting more comfortable, otherwise we wouldn't have been able to do that.  He's always got somefunny story or another to tell about his work.  He says he does between 15 and 25 horses a day.  That's 15-25 times that he could get his head kicked in.  At least that's what I hear when he says things like that, Shawn hears dollar signs.  haha

We had another dog fight over the weekend.  *sigh* It was two of my dogs.  My aussie is getting up there in her years and I really can't have them attacking her anymore.  I hope getting April fixed will calm her down.  Right now I'm keeping them both completely seperated, hoping for them to forget.  I tried letting them outside together a few days ago and April got huffy and tried to fight with her again.  Poor August has several punctures on her head and her back is totally bruised. 

I've got to go wake up Shawn now.  That guy is going to be here doing drywall again.  He's having a colonoscopy tomorrow so he's going to be in our bathroom every five minutes.  He's 31 and they're worried he might have cancer.  I hope I don't have to go get more toliet paper.  I pee a lot you know.  =)